Summer

Chapter Three

"Tell me exactly what the messages said." Derek said.

"I don't remember exactly what they said. Worthless, ugly, fat untalented, and slut were reoccurring phrases." I explained.

Derek and I were sitting on the soft carpeted floor of my room. I was telling him what happened, like I promised that I would.

"You're not any of those things!" He exclaimed angrily, "I don't know where they come up with these things, because none of them are true."

"I got one from Lily." I said quietly.

Lily is Derek's ex-girlfriend. She was planning on breaking up with him, so to save himself the humiliation that Lily would have put him through he broke up with her first. Somehow he still gets crap from other people for breaking up with her, it was stupid.

I remember exactly what her message had said.

You're such a slut! You made Derek break up with me so you could have him. I still don't understand why he would break up with me for a fat, ugly, untalented whore like you.

This one I had replied to.

Derek made his own decision. Also I don't know why the hell you think we're dating. I have a boyfriend who is in no way Derek.

I had always hated Lily from the second I saw her. She's one of those girls who you wonder if they have a face under all their makeup, and were short, tight clothes. Plus she was a complete bitch.

"Did you answer it?" Der asked.

"Yeah, if there's one person I'm not going to take shit from its Lily." I told him.

About twenty minutes later Derek left. I took out one of my old notebooks, and read one of the short stories that I had written.

I didn't think it was awful. Sure, there were many places that needed improvement, but I didn't think that it was necessarily painful to read. Then I came across a paper from about two years ago. My language arts teacher made my class write letters to our future selves.

Dear me in the future,

This year has been great! Whatever grade you're going into don't be worried, remember that you're friends, and family are always there for you. I hope you still want to be an author, if you don't look through some of your old notebooks, and binders. It might change your mind. Also please tell me that you still talk to Jace. He's your best friend, don't let the distance change things.

Love,

Your younger self xoxoxo

I looked through more of the stories, and pulled out a pencil, found a blank sheet of lined paper, and started writing.

I forgot how good it felt to write. The words would piece together perfectly. Almost writing themselves. My emotions could be described, and read. Whether I came out and actually said the feeling, or symbolized it. I forgot how relieved I would feel after writing something.

I took out my phone, opening Jace and I's messages. I smiled as I typed.

I'm going to give writing another chance, thank you for being so confident in me. Xxx

I will always be confident in what you do, because you always find a way to do whatever you do perfectly.

Right after I read the text message from Jace he called me on FaceTime.

"Hi Jay." I smiled, as I answered the call.

"Hey, do you want to go to the movies with me tomorrow?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.